Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“How many times have you two fucked?” Lucas asks, and Chanel hits his arm, while looking at Oriana apologetically.
“Lucas isn’t used to guests. Ignore him. You don’t have to answer him,” Chanel tells her.
“Oral or intercourse?” Oriana asks him without missing a beat, surprising all of us.
Lucas raises a brow, and everyone goes silent as I lay my hand on her shoulder.
“We may not kill you yet, redhead.” Lucas smiles.
I feel Oriana’s shoulder tense at Lucas’s words.
But then she relaxes at my touch.
Chapter 20
Fuck in the car?
Oriana
“Oriana.” I turn back to look at Sailor, who’s standing with Keir by her side. His eyes are solely on her, and I wonder if my husband ever looked at me that way.
I doubt it.
Actually, no I don’t doubt it, I know he never once looked at me the way Keir is looking at Sailor right now.
“Yes?” I answer.
“I hope to see you again. We don’t see enough of Jake as it is. He’s always so busy. Thank you both for coming.” She smiles and hugs me.
Jake and I are the last two left. Keir and Jake got to talking, and Sailor was showing me her shoe collection, which, I might add, is out of this world. She gushed over every single pair as if they were her children.
“Happy anniversary,” I tell them as Jake places his hand on my hip and leads me outside.
When we get to his car, the valet hands Jake his key, then he unlocks the car and holds the door open for me. I climb in and watch as he walks around to the driver’s side and slides in. Jake starts the car, his hand tight on the steering wheel as he drives. He hits the highway and looks over at me.
“Would you like to come to mine for a drink?” I ask. I’ve never invited another man into my home before, never mind one that I intend to sleep with.
This is all so new to me.
All so exciting.
“You don’t want to fuck in the car?” Jake asks, taking the exit to my place.
I bite my lip. “There isn’t much room,” I reply, scanning the car’s interior. I have a feeling the steering wheel would be on my ass.
“You only need to bounce on my cock, Oriana.”
Gosh! I blush at his words, something I cannot seem to stop doing around him.
Facing the window, I touch my cheeks to try to cool them down. He reaches for my hand and pulls it to him, straight to his crotch. I feel how hard he is through his pants. Jake smirks when I grip it, and he puts both hands on the wheel, leaving my hand there.
“I wanted you the minute I tasted you. My cock is rock hard thinking about what it’s going to be like sliding into that pussy again.” The way he speaks to me has me dizzy with want. I need him inside me. Right. This. Second.
I pull my hand away, reach under my skirt, and slide my panties off. Then I unbutton my shirt, my core tightening when he turns into the street, and we’re almost there. He slows down and comes to a stop out the front of my place, puts the car in park, and slides the seat back, all in one smooth but equally heady movement.
Tapping his leg, his eyes lock on mine. “Come and get it,” he tells me, licking his lip as his eyes drift to my chest. I do as he says and climb over him as gracefully as I can. My knees land on either side of his hips, and the steering wheel digs into my back as I hover right there.
Jake pushes the hair away from my face and softly says, “You can have full control.”
“Full control?” I ask, shocked and a little intimidated.
He nods, and I look down between us.
“Get your tits out, please.” My red lacy bra peeks out from between the two halves of the shirt. I pull it open and look back at him. As much as I loved hearing him say please, I reply, “I think I would prefer to keep the bra on.” I’m exposed enough as it is, straddling him in his car, in full view of anyone walking by.
“Okay,” he relents, and I feel his cock twitch between my legs. I manage to slip my hand between us to unzip his pants. I do it slow and deliberate, and he silently watches me, keeping his hands to himself the whole time.
“So, you don’t plan to touch me?” I ask as I reach in and pull his hard cock free. I run my thumb over the tip feeling his piercing, and he sucks in a breath.
“No, it’s all you.”
“Full control,” I repeat.
“Full,” he whispers.
I do as he says, taking full control, and position him where I want him. He groans when the head of his cock meets my wet center, but he doesn’t move. Neither of us does. It’s like the air in the car has been sucked out and all I can hear is my heart beating rapidly in my ears.